"But you will, Dr. Sandford. My cousin was very dear to me when I was a child at Melbourne - I love him yet very much - no one would take so good care of him as I would; and it would be a comfort to me for ever. Do let me go in! I have come for that."
"You might get sick yourself," he said. "You do not know what you would be obliged to hear and see. You do not know, Daisy."
"I am not a child now," - I replied.
There was more in my answer than mere words; there was more, I know, in my feeling; and the doctor took the force of it. He looked very sober, though, upon my plan, which it was evident he did not like.
"Does Mrs. Randolph give her consent to this proceeding?" he asked.
"She knows I came that I might look after Preston. I did not tell her my plan any further."
"She would not like it."
"Mamma and I do not see things with the - same eyes, some things, Dr. Sandford. I think I ought to do it."
"I think she is right," he said. "You are not fit for it. You have no idea what you would be obliged to encounter."
"Try me," I said.